Buttons Loosen
Title: Buttons Loosen
Author: zeropercent
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Taemin/Minho/Kai
Summary: So obviously, he never would have guessed he’d be lying against Minho with Taemin’s hands working his belt loose.
Disclaimer: Cut and title go to Breathe Carolina. Not real, didn’t happen, false, etc.
Jongin doesn’t think much of it when Minho wraps his arms around him and brings him to Taemin. He just tries to free himself from his grip, laughing the entire way. Taemin smiles brightly at him and tries to shove a microphone in his face so he can speak.
The whole atmosphere is lighthearted. He feels comfortable with his back pressed against Minho.
Taemin runs his hands through his hair. The gesture is oddly intimate and Jongin finds himself hoping that no one saw it.
He tries to get away, but before Minho lets go, Taemin whispers into his ear, “Find us when this is over.”
Jongin nods and Minho allows him to leave. He glances back, and Taemin’s already cozied up by Minho’s side.
-
It doesn’t take Jongin long to find Taemin and Minho. Minho’s smiling brightly at Taemin, an arm around his shoulders.
Taemin says, “There you are.”
“What did you need?”
Taemin glances at Minho, then back at Jongin, “You’re coming with us.”
-
Jongin isn’t good at predicting things. And sometimes he’s kind of oblivious to the intentions of others. So obviously, he never would have guessed he’d be lying against Minho with Taemin’s hands working his belt loose.
“Taemin.”
“I’ll stop if you want me to.”
Jongin shakes his head and places a hand on Minho’s thigh, feeling him press his mouth to his cheek. He turns his head and brings Minho closer, kissing him. Minho’s gentle, his hands sliding up Jongin’s shirt, pulling it over his head.
Taemin tugs on his jeans and Jongin lifts his hips, letting him slide them off. Taemin’s lips are suddenly on his neck, biting and sucking in a way that will surely leave marks.
Minho curls his hand around Jongin’s cock, hearing him try to suppress a moan. Minho says, “It’s fine.”
Taemin reaches around Jongin, grabbing the hem of Minho’s shirt and taking it off. Minho’s skin is warm against Jongin’s back and he feels his heart race at the contact.
Taemin smiles, quickly leaning in to press his lips to Minho’s. “Hyung.” Minho hums in response and Taemin says, “Nothing.” Minho threads his fingers in Taemin’s hair, pulling him in again.
Jongin squeezes Minho’s thighs, “Please.”
Taemin cups the side of his face, “What do you want?”
Jongin bites his lip, “Anything.”
Minho’s hand gets replaced with Taemin’s mouth, and he has Jongin writhing in seconds. Minho rubs his hips, placing kisses to his neck.
“Taemin-ah.” Jongin’s voice breaks, “Fuck.” He smoothes down his hair, seeing a glint in Taemin’s eyes when he glances at him.
“It’s okay.”
Minho’s reassurances calm him. He believes him. It’s comforting to have him here.
Taemin runs his tongue over the head, taking him in all the way. Jongin trails his fingertips lightly along his cheek for a second before he lets his head fall back to Minho’s shoulder.
Taemin looks up at him, pulling off. He pushes Jongin’s hair from his face, “Get on your knees.”
Jongin complies without hesitation and he hears clothes being tossed to the floor. His head’s in Minho’s lap and he brings his hands up to fumble with his pants. Minho asks, “What are you doing?”
“Take them off.”
Minho does, and Jongin presses his face against his thigh. He cards his fingers through his hair, almost lovingly.
Taemin spreads his legs a bit further, slowly slipping in a slick finger.
Jongin takes in a breath, propping himself up on his elbows. He glances up at Minho, who’s focused on Taemin. He takes Minho into his mouth, earning a low moan.
Taemin adds another finger, praising Jongin. “He’s so good, isn’t he?”
Minho makes a noise of agreement, tucking Jongin’s hair behind his ear. Jongin licks a stripe up the length of his cock, spit dripping from the head. Minho rubs Jongin’s back, his nails unintentionally scraping his skin and making Jongin lean into him.
Taemin twists his fingers and Jongin bites his lip to muffle a groan. He looks over his shoulder and Taemin smirks at him, pulling his hand away and sliding on a condom.
Fuck.
Taemin holds his hips steady as he pushes in, making Jongin feel every inch. Jongin breathes harshly against Minho’s thigh and Minho asks, “Does it hurt?”
“No, it’s just-no, it doesn’t.”
He lets out a small laugh, petting the side of Jongin’s head.
Taemin rubs his hand over Jongin’s back, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Will you move?”
Taemin snorts and grips Jongin’s hips tighter than before, thrusting hard into him.
Jongin’s voice is shaky as he says, “Like that.” He manages to hold himself up by his elbows as he laps at Minho’s cock, enjoying the way his fist pulls on his hair. Minho makes a deep groan that sends shocks down Jongin’s spine. Jongin thinks this is too much. He won’t be able to last much longer.
Taemin is letting out little whimpers, his fingers digging into Jongin’s hips. Minho’s thighs tense, his breath hitching.
Jongin comes over the blankets, shivering. He slumps against Minho, his hand lazily stroking him.
Taemin curses, going faster. Jongin pants, pushing his hips back to meet Taemin’s thrusts.
Jongin wraps his lips around Minho once again, tongue dipping into the slit. Minho grips the sheets and Jongin presses his fingers into his thighs.
Minho says, “Jongin-ah...” Jongin doesn’t look up at him, simply sucks harder until Minho’s groaning, coming into his mouth. “Fuck.”
Taemin leans over and Minho kisses him, curling his hand around the back of his neck and whispering, “Come on.” Taemin makes a small noise, gasping against Minho’s lips.
Jongin doesn’t register Taemin pulling out, doesn’t feel Minho move away. Suddenly he’s being lifted and put on the other bed, being covered by the blanket.
He reaches out and grabs someone’s wrist, his eyes partially opening to see Taemin. “Stay.”
Taemin smiles at him, “I will. I’ll be right back, okay?”
Jongin nods and as Taemin walks away, Minho slides into bed behind Jongin, his arm wrapping around his waist. Jongin sighs, lacing his fingers with Minho’s.
Taemin comes back a few minutes later, lying in front of Jongin.
“Taemin-ah,” he nuzzles his nose against Taemin’s chest, “do my members know I’m here?”
“Yeah, don’t worry. Go to sleep, okay?”
Jongin nods, and falls asleep to the sound of Taemin and Minho softly breathing.
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Author: zeropercent
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Taemin/Minho/Kai
Summary: So obviously, he never would have guessed he’d be lying against Minho with Taemin’s hands working his belt loose.
Disclaimer: Cut and title go to Breathe Carolina. Not real, didn’t happen, false, etc.
Jongin doesn’t think much of it when Minho wraps his arms around him and brings him to Taemin. He just tries to free himself from his grip, laughing the entire way. Taemin smiles brightly at him and tries to shove a microphone in his face so he can speak.
The whole atmosphere is lighthearted. He feels comfortable with his back pressed against Minho.
Taemin runs his hands through his hair. The gesture is oddly intimate and Jongin finds himself hoping that no one saw it.
He tries to get away, but before Minho lets go, Taemin whispers into his ear, “Find us when this is over.”
Jongin nods and Minho allows him to leave. He glances back, and Taemin’s already cozied up by Minho’s side.
-
It doesn’t take Jongin long to find Taemin and Minho. Minho’s smiling brightly at Taemin, an arm around his shoulders.
Taemin says, “There you are.”
“What did you need?”
Taemin glances at Minho, then back at Jongin, “You’re coming with us.”
-
Jongin isn’t good at predicting things. And sometimes he’s kind of oblivious to the intentions of others. So obviously, he never would have guessed he’d be lying against Minho with Taemin’s hands working his belt loose.
“Taemin.”
“I’ll stop if you want me to.”
Jongin shakes his head and places a hand on Minho’s thigh, feeling him press his mouth to his cheek. He turns his head and brings Minho closer, kissing him. Minho’s gentle, his hands sliding up Jongin’s shirt, pulling it over his head.
Taemin tugs on his jeans and Jongin lifts his hips, letting him slide them off. Taemin’s lips are suddenly on his neck, biting and sucking in a way that will surely leave marks.
Minho curls his hand around Jongin’s cock, hearing him try to suppress a moan. Minho says, “It’s fine.”
Taemin reaches around Jongin, grabbing the hem of Minho’s shirt and taking it off. Minho’s skin is warm against Jongin’s back and he feels his heart race at the contact.
Taemin smiles, quickly leaning in to press his lips to Minho’s. “Hyung.” Minho hums in response and Taemin says, “Nothing.” Minho threads his fingers in Taemin’s hair, pulling him in again.
Jongin squeezes Minho’s thighs, “Please.”
Taemin cups the side of his face, “What do you want?”
Jongin bites his lip, “Anything.”
Minho’s hand gets replaced with Taemin’s mouth, and he has Jongin writhing in seconds. Minho rubs his hips, placing kisses to his neck.
“Taemin-ah.” Jongin’s voice breaks, “Fuck.” He smoothes down his hair, seeing a glint in Taemin’s eyes when he glances at him.
“It’s okay.”
Minho’s reassurances calm him. He believes him. It’s comforting to have him here.
Taemin runs his tongue over the head, taking him in all the way. Jongin trails his fingertips lightly along his cheek for a second before he lets his head fall back to Minho’s shoulder.
Taemin looks up at him, pulling off. He pushes Jongin’s hair from his face, “Get on your knees.”
Jongin complies without hesitation and he hears clothes being tossed to the floor. His head’s in Minho’s lap and he brings his hands up to fumble with his pants. Minho asks, “What are you doing?”
“Take them off.”
Minho does, and Jongin presses his face against his thigh. He cards his fingers through his hair, almost lovingly.
Taemin spreads his legs a bit further, slowly slipping in a slick finger.
Jongin takes in a breath, propping himself up on his elbows. He glances up at Minho, who’s focused on Taemin. He takes Minho into his mouth, earning a low moan.
Taemin adds another finger, praising Jongin. “He’s so good, isn’t he?”
Minho makes a noise of agreement, tucking Jongin’s hair behind his ear. Jongin licks a stripe up the length of his cock, spit dripping from the head. Minho rubs Jongin’s back, his nails unintentionally scraping his skin and making Jongin lean into him.
Taemin twists his fingers and Jongin bites his lip to muffle a groan. He looks over his shoulder and Taemin smirks at him, pulling his hand away and sliding on a condom.
Fuck.
Taemin holds his hips steady as he pushes in, making Jongin feel every inch. Jongin breathes harshly against Minho’s thigh and Minho asks, “Does it hurt?”
“No, it’s just-no, it doesn’t.”
He lets out a small laugh, petting the side of Jongin’s head.
Taemin rubs his hand over Jongin’s back, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Will you move?”
Taemin snorts and grips Jongin’s hips tighter than before, thrusting hard into him.
Jongin’s voice is shaky as he says, “Like that.” He manages to hold himself up by his elbows as he laps at Minho’s cock, enjoying the way his fist pulls on his hair. Minho makes a deep groan that sends shocks down Jongin’s spine. Jongin thinks this is too much. He won’t be able to last much longer.
Taemin is letting out little whimpers, his fingers digging into Jongin’s hips. Minho’s thighs tense, his breath hitching.
Jongin comes over the blankets, shivering. He slumps against Minho, his hand lazily stroking him.
Taemin curses, going faster. Jongin pants, pushing his hips back to meet Taemin’s thrusts.
Jongin wraps his lips around Minho once again, tongue dipping into the slit. Minho grips the sheets and Jongin presses his fingers into his thighs.
Minho says, “Jongin-ah...” Jongin doesn’t look up at him, simply sucks harder until Minho’s groaning, coming into his mouth. “Fuck.”
Taemin leans over and Minho kisses him, curling his hand around the back of his neck and whispering, “Come on.” Taemin makes a small noise, gasping against Minho’s lips.
Jongin doesn’t register Taemin pulling out, doesn’t feel Minho move away. Suddenly he’s being lifted and put on the other bed, being covered by the blanket.
He reaches out and grabs someone’s wrist, his eyes partially opening to see Taemin. “Stay.”
Taemin smiles at him, “I will. I’ll be right back, okay?”
Jongin nods and as Taemin walks away, Minho slides into bed behind Jongin, his arm wrapping around his waist. Jongin sighs, lacing his fingers with Minho’s.
Taemin comes back a few minutes later, lying in front of Jongin.
“Taemin-ah,” he nuzzles his nose against Taemin’s chest, “do my members know I’m here?”
“Yeah, don’t worry. Go to sleep, okay?”
Jongin nods, and falls asleep to the sound of Taemin and Minho softly breathing.
note: from now on i'll be posting my fics over at zixius
feel free to join/watch that!
♡